After wandering around in Maine for a while, we decided to
settle down for a week or so and just enjoy the surroundings. We found a
very nice place in Kennebunk and I would bike down each day down to
Kennebunkport for coffee and a paper. After sufficient wandering and the occasional
stopping on the roadside to gaze at the spit of land that houses the Bush 41
compound, it was time to find something else of interest. Laura, as usual,
came to my rescue by locating an outdoor museum that was somewhat different.
Like other times in the U.S., the era of electric trolleys was over 100 years
ago. Covering around 1890 to about 1930; this time was a great social era
where mass-transit was expanding from the traditional train to the Trolley. The
museum is dedicated to the York County Electric Railway System that boomed in
the county in the late 1900s. Built alongside roads, the rail system extended
some 90 miles of track at its heyday. Carrying both passengers and freight,
the line was instrumental in the development of the communities that it served.
The popularity of the automobile spelled the end of the electric trolley system
throughout the U.S. By 1946 the York electric rail system was the only one
running in the state.
With ample parking
available, it was a short walk to the entrance of the museum train station. This
is a combination museum - ticket counter - gift shop. The pictures
and artifacts throughout the room got us thinking about life as it was a hundred
or so years ago. Soon it was time to get our tickets to ride (not
required) and step aboard one of the several street cars which ran along the
spur on a daily basis. Although there are street cars from around the
world present, those from York County, Maine are the main focus. Our ride
took us on the same path that was used between Biddeford and Kennebunkport.
While riding along, our lively conductor told us many stories of life along the
tracks. At one point he talked about how the trolley companies built
recreational parks out in the country as a place where the City folk could go to
enjoy the great outdoors, which increased traffic on the trolley especially
on the weekends when fares were down. Later he talked about how the trolley
companies would negotiate with land owners for right of way for their
tracks. by offering to put in a stop on the property. As we came
upon one of those crossings, known as Meserve's Crossing, our conductor
expounded on the arrangements made between some land owners and the trolley men.
The land owners would leave a shopping list and some money at the crossings on
their property and the trolley men would pick up the list and go shopping in
town
while the trolley was being cleaned and turned around, keeping a small amount of
the money for themselves. The trolley came with all the amenities of the
old days including some great advertising along the walls.
Upon arriving back at the shuttle car stop we transferred to a smaller car and
were off again. This was a delightfully open air trolley with original
wooden benches. As it glided along I could hear the sound of the the
electricity sparking over the wire connections above us. We soon arrived
at our destination which was one of the large barns that housed most of the
antique trolleys. All exited and headed in except me. I
was fascinated by the conductor who had to reverse the direction of the
trolley. This was done by just switching the power rods on top so that
they were connected at the other end as to where they were when we came
down. The car is capable of going in either direction but the power poles
must always be to the rear, so the conductor must disconnect the ones on one end
and connect the ones at the other end. This eliminates the need to turn the car
around. The barn was huge, It must have been at least 100 yards
deep. There were 4 sets of tracks laid down. Two at the outside
edges of the building and another two down the middle. This created two
walkways each between the outer track and the center two tracks. The
tracks were filled with trolley cars of all all kinds of make and description,
and from just about everywhere. They were parked so close together
that I could not squeeze between them. Some of the trolleys were open and
I could walk through them to get a true feel of the times. This was
greatly enhanced by the assortment of running children that darted in and out of
the cars. Almost every car had a plaque in front of it. Many came with old
photographs showing the car when it was in service. There were far too
many cars to talk about them. A few seemed to stand out more than others.
Of all the cars in the barn, one stood out at the head of the line.
"Old 31" which was owned by the Biddeford and Saco Railroad Company
(1900-1939) was the last open-sided trolley to run a regular service in
Maine. If that did not set it apart, then the fact that it was the first
trolley to be preserved in the first ever trolley museum. Built in
1900, it was one of the first of 15 made and used to transport people from the
factory towns of Biddeford and Saco out to Old Orchard Beach and the
Ocean. With 60 seats and places for people to stand, and others who
sometimes hung on the running boards. The hand-operated brake was a challenge
for one man to stop the trolley. With the end
of the streetcars in sight in 1939, a group of nostalgic riders organized a
"Fan Ride" on "Old 31", hoping to raise enough money to buy
the soon-to- be-disregarded relic. On July 5th, 1939, having
accomplished what they had set out to do, the enthusiasts bought the trolley on
its last day of operation and moved it to its present site thus creating what
may have been the very first trolley museum. It was definitely the
beginning of the Trolley museum movement. And so it went for the rest of
the afternoon. We went from car to car, sometimes getting on them and
sitting down. Sometimes I would sit in the trolley man's seat as if driving
and collecting fares. I even took the winding circular stairway to the
second floor of a double-decker from Europe. It was a fun way to spend the
day and the price was well within acceptability.
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